293 – Childhood Friend
Weekday morning.
It is a busy time at home as people prepare for work or school.
“…”
But what greeted the girl when she woke up was cold silence.
-Honey!!! Cleaning my glasses…
The noise that occasionally flows through the wall makes the silence even more vivid.
The girl was alone.
“Well, the weather. Very good. “Is this the origin of good morning?”
And the girl seemed used to being alone.
As if the darkness in the room had been driven out by drawing the curtains.
The girl dispelled the silence in the room with a familiar muttering to herself.
Soybeans.
Kongkong.
Soybeans.
The rhythm created by her small feet holding their heels was cheerful.
“heheheheung-“
Her face as she hummed her voice was as emotionless as her tone, but her every action clearly exuded joy.
Girl-
Miz was used to being alone. She
She and she liked breakfast.
It was thanks to the one person who waited for her every morning.
“Hmm.”
In a moment.
Miz was looking in the mirror in her bathroom, posing this way and that.
“Who I am now. Maybe a little s*xy. If that guy sees it. “She might completely fall for it.”
The underwear and facial expression without any hint of s*xual appeal, and the confident declaration with an awkward posture could be said to be truly shameless.
“Yes.”
However, Miz nods her head in satisfaction and leaves the bathroom, as if she doesn’t care at all about the third party’s point of view.
Every time Miz walked, her fragrant, yet not overpowering scent spread around her.
It was the lingering scent of shampoo fluttering as her light blue hair, which had not dried yet, was flowing.
Does she know that when she keeps her mouth shut and is not conscious of it, the dizzying charm she longs for finally blooms?
“Wow, that’s refreshing.”
You probably don’t know.
The girl left the bathroom with a towel around her neck and went back to her room to put on her clothes.
She doesn’t particularly dry her hair.
She doesn’t really wear any makeup.
The outfit is a T-shirt with a Japanese anime girl character drawn on it, and sweatpants with three stripes.
The person she was going to meet from now on was a man.
“My beauty. Today is really no joke. Guy. “Is it really possible that I will lose my mind today?”
There was a young lady there who spoke nonsense.
After finishing her last nonsense while looking in the mirror in the hallway, she put on her black sneakers and muttered as she looked at the empty house.
“I’ll be back-“
From there, it was about 30 steps with Miz’s small steps.
After leaving the house, she took the elevator, went straight upstairs, and found herself standing in front of the door of another house.
“The password is the same both front and back~ 1.9.1.9~”
The sight of him opening the door while muttering a destructive song in terms of security was clearly the owner of the house.
“I’m back~”
When Miz entered the house, the direction he went straight to was the kitchen.
The bag that was placed on the table with a rustling sound contained various ingredients.
Miz wrapped her apron, which was hanging on one side of the table, around her neck without delay.
Cooking begins.
Soon enough, a generous meal was set out on the table.
“Hmm.”
However, apart from being generous-
The form of the dishes prepared was far from excellent, to say the least.
Omurice is dying after being stabbed in the side.
The chef asked, “Did it increase like this?” The miraculous five loaves of fish and seaweed stew that evoked the sentiment.
The wailing of chicks whose future hope was to turn eggs, but they went astray and became a pile of eggs.
Grilled fish with a story in a frying pan with most of the flesh ripped off.
The girl looked at the tragedy she had created – no, at her table – for a moment, then nodded her head.
“Cooking is about taste rather than appearance.”
The girl moved her chopsticks and proceeded with her tasting.
Surprise!
It was her first tasting since she started cooking.
“…!”
The girl’s emotionless eyes widen as she tastes the food while pursing her small mouth.
The girl, who had barely regained her senses from the short but intense shock, lowered her head.
“Cooking is about sincerity rather than taste.”
Miz decided to give the chef a passing grade.
It was a wonderful act of generosity.
“Anyway, you’re late.”
After taking out her cell phone and checking the time, Miz’s eyes turn to one place.
It was ‘his’ room.
Miz looked back and forth at his room and at the miserable table she had prepared – no, at her table, then nodded her head.
“Securing justification.”
Miz took a bold step toward his room.
The door, not knowing whether it was closed or open, accepted Miz without any resistance.
As Miz entered her room, ‘he’ immediately caught her eye.
Ceylon.
He was lying in bed.
“Hello? Sleepyhead.”
The figure lying on the bed with his eyes closed seemed to be asleep at first glance, but Miz said hello and looked.
He had the so-called ‘squinted eyes’ appearance characteristic.
He looks the same whether he’s standing or sitting, so Miz has no choice but to narrow his eyes before crossing.
“I can’t believe I overslept. I can’t believe a fool has such a sloppy side. Is this Gap Moe?”
Through her rigorous verification, Miz confirmed that Ceylon was in ‘state: sleep’ and along the way, she lost all of her nerves to him.
Now that I think about it.
I’ve known the idiot for a long time, but this was the first time I saw him so defenseless.
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“This is precious.”
Miz made a reasonable decision to use this opportunity to watch the fool sleep.
You can just watch it with your own eyes or record it with your cell phone –
Miz watched Ceylon sleeping like that for a while.
“… Even after this, you won’t wake up?”
But humans were animals of adaptation.
If you save someone from drowning, it’s only human that asks where my bundle is!
Miz quickly adapted to her visual gratification according to human habits, and she began to desire more.
Of course!
In order to maintain a good relationship, she always had to be able to understand the other person’s feelings.
Yeokjisaji!
Miz thought about changing her position.
What if Ceylon arbitrarily comes into her house while she is taking a nap, watches her sleep, and is not satisfied with that and wants more?
“Shame.”
Miz shyly covered her lips with one of her hands.
“But that’s why it burns.”
It wasn’t a moment of shyness.
Miz crept closer and stood next to the bed.
“Fool.”
A final mercy before proceeding with conquest. And conscience.
Miz spoke to the sleeping Ceylon.
“If I wake up now, it’ll be 5 billion.”
The magic spell that made even the mummy on display at the museum stand up proved Miz’s innocence.
Ah!
I’m hoping this fool will wake up…
The fool shows no signs of waking up!!!
In that case, there is nothing we can do.
Yes.
This is unavoidable.
“Ahh~”
Miz burrowed into Ceylon’s bed with a movement as trivial as dust being sucked into a vacuum cleaner.
The two people ended up lying on the same bed in the same position.
“Hmm.”
Miz enjoyed the feel of her bed for a while, then turned her head slightly to the side to check out Ceylon’s appearance.
She checked the distance from him.
He was lying right where I could reach him if I stretched out my hand.
After a while, Miz returned her head and muttered with a determined look on her face.
“Myself. Have you become a woman?”
hehehe.
The blanket fluttered.
Miz’s trivial footwork represented her excitement.
“Good. Satisfied.”
It was a greed as small as a small footwear.
“After this, later.”
Maybe it’s ambition.
Miz, who had achieved her goal no matter what she did, tried to stand up from the bed again with a sigh.
“Ugh…”
“Huh?”
It was at that moment that a sound came out of Ceylon’s mouth as she lay dead.
Miz reflexively turned her body to lie down facing him.
The mischievous personality she had transferred to someone stuck her head out.
Miz looked at Ceylon quietly, expecting her reaction the moment she spotted him.
“…Huh?”
And finally, the long-awaited time.
Sensing a presence, Ceylon turned his head.
The two eyes met.
“Hello? Sleepyhead.”
“…Miss Miz?”
“Yes. Your childhood friend with a fatal charm.”
“Childhood friend…?”
…
…
…Ah!
Ceylon, who had organized a bunch of documents in his head for a moment, said that he understood.
“That’s the setting!”
“Settings?”
“Hmm?”
The two looked at each other and tilted their heads at the same time.
And at the same time, I realized.
(Childhood) My friend’s condition is somehow strange.
***
“Ah. Oh my.”
Miss Miz, who had been lying next to me and staring at each other blankly for a while, said that something had occurred to her and she got out of bed.
“It must have all cooled down.”
“What do you mean, it’s cold?”
“Bob.”
“Bob?”
“Yeah. Don’t you remember?”
Miss Miz started off and told an anecdote that happened with me.
-But. Is it okay to just eat it like this every day? You might be feeling a pang of conscience.
-hahahahaha! You seem to be saying a lot between us.
-Still…
-If you really want to-
-Huh?
-How about Ms. Miz cooking me breakfast sometime?
-Oh…
“So, I tried making breakfast today.”
It was my first time hearing this story.
It was my first time hearing this story, but it clearly existed in my memory.
Memories and information related to virtual life.
They naturally occupied a corner of my mind.
According to those memories and information, Ms. Miz and I were childhood friends.
And I cooked breakfast every morning for my childhood friend, Ms. Miz.
That was the reason why Ms. Miz came into our house as if it were a given.
That was the reason he prepared me breakfast in return.
‘Okay. ‘I understand.’
I understood how the situation worked.
However, there was one problem.
“Bowler.”
“Huh?”
I said the name as if spitting out a secret password.
Virtual life.
Fictional setting.
According to him, the current Ms. Miz is not ‘Bowler’.
I don’t know what a ‘bower’ is.
However, that is literally just a ‘setting’.
It’s just a setting-
“Bourer? What is that?”
“…”
No matter how immersed Ms. Bower was in her virtual life, there was no way she would react to the name Bower like that.
Results.
I have come to one conclusion.
‘Memory loss…’
Miss Miz lost her original memories.
***
The moment when Miss Miz realized that she had lost her original memories.
I immediately checked Ms. Miz’s condition.
Fortunately, the bond between me and Ms. Miz was intact, and judging from that, Ms. Miz was in absolutely fine condition.
The memory loss that Ms. Miz is currently experiencing was also a natural phenomenon.
If I were to compare it, it would be like an accessory rather than a wound.
If I only wish, Ms. Miz would immediately regain her memories.
Nevertheless, the reason why I don’t restore Ms. Miz’s memories right away.
It was because Ms. Miz brought that memory loss on herself.
Miss Miz lost her memory voluntarily.
‘What is this…’
Suddenly, I remembered that my friends and I had secret conversations without me.
What kind of backstory was going on at that time that led to Ms. Miz voluntarily losing her memory?
“Fool?”
“Hmm? Ah! It’s nothing. By the way – hey~ Miss Miz prepared breakfast. I’m really looking forward to that.”
“…You can look forward to it.”
“Why are you avoiding my gaze? Anyway, Ms. Miz. I’ll be leaving soon. Could you wait a moment?”
“Yes. Okay.”
Miss Miz leaving the room.
Immediately. I connected with him through the energy remaining in my body, and through that, I asked him the whole story.
-That’s what they wanted!
It was Gi’s answer.
***
-They… By all accounts, other than Ms. Miz, everyone else claimed to have amnesia?
-Yes!
-…Why?
In response to Ceylon’s question, Kieh recalled the conversation he had just had with his apostles.
They seemed quite inspired by the idea that they could decide what kind of life they wanted to live in a virtual life.
“I’ve always been curious.”
The apostle with light blue eyes spoke with sparkling eyes.
“What would have happened if I had a stupid friend when I was young?”
Her words stimulated everyone’s curiosity and fantasy.
A heated discussion took place.
Within.
They came to regard virtual life as a game.
And there was only one way to win the game.
Ceylon.
The first thing I did was to become a special friend with him.
It was a story they had sincerely asked Ki to keep as a secret.
Therefore, Ki’s answer was decided.
-Do your best.